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BUSTA RHYMES lyrics - Extinction Level Event

Hot Shit Makin' Ya Bounce

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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Just bounce around All my niggas in the place need to bounce around Just bounce around Make ya bounce around All my bitches in the place need to bounce around Make ya bounce around I'll make ya bounce around Shake yo titties and yo ass and bounce around Just bounce around Just bounce around C'mon Yeah nigga this shit here be the boss of me None of y'all niggas is ready run go see the pharmacy Prepare for the coming of another grand larceny Pardon me, you niggas ain't even a little hard to me Shit I spit'll slice you all up in yo main artery For the simple fact we didn't grow together, you ain't a part of me Makin niggas ride my long star singin the choruses Open orifices they gon' go cop another fortresses Meet a couple Delorises Travel when we on the low whippin them ford tauruses Ay yo-yo yo-yo YO Now I be Busta Ryhmes multimedia Latest edition added to the street encyclopedia (Meaning) keep your eyes on greedy niggas gettin greedier (Meaning) keep your eyes on meaty asses gettin meatier Worldwide publication bring tribulation To all whack niggas I smash yo' dedication My purpose is to purchase and really hurt this Bring alla my niggas amongst the wealthy merchants Gently we conquer the spot until its empty Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty Break fools, send you to school, follow the rules Violate my tools, lay you in your own blood pool But for now I drop jewels on the mentally strong With shit to say we don't allow niggas to say up in a song Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) we high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) Caliente, wearing Ferdio Valente Shorty whippin in a Mitsubishi Viamonte Smell the roses, overdoses, givin niggas they diagnosis I got the answer for niggas who need they prognosis Shit for alla y'all niggas to smell up in your noses Hocus pocus, introduce me to the hostess I was dyin'a stroke uh play strip poker In the limo as I directed the limo chauffer Told the nigga to spin over by the club copa Watchin shorty lay as she spread on the limo sofa She asked the chauffer to stop for a frappachino mocha Then she let me blaze it while I still had my gun in my holster Still bonin, word I love the way shorty moanin Zonin, word is born niggas is wide open Yo, have a little fun all in between time And now we focus on the money shit all in the meantime Word to mother- I work hard to keep microphonin And alert niggas to shit like when the devil started clonin What nigga yeah, we bowlin and shit is rollin Little shitty-ass niggas should run and go clean ya colon Any human that be assumin I check my nigga ruben for the ice cuban Assist him in my Lincoln Ave. boomin Whats the issue I come to get you May the force be with you Bang your head, rupture your brain tissue I unravel shit faster than sound travel Battle any amphibian or live mammal Don't fret from sunrise to sunset Make a nigga bounce quick and I ain't even grabbed my gun yet I ain't done yet before I go to my permanent home Make sure you put 'One Of The Illest' on my tombstone Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) One two (two) hot shit makin ya bounce One two (two) ride around in large amounts One two (two) we high offa half an ounce One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), one two (two) One two (two), one two (two) One two (two)

Check Me Out

ACE HOOD "The Statement 2"
Oh, holly molly, rollin on me fuck your click, the homies I get money, paper taller than that fool Ginobli Just know my kardashian ain't talking Khloe And these bitches all up on my dick, But I ain't talking moby They say my swagger super dumb, but hey, I graduated I got that shit, that will make your bitch, forget you penetrated And the freaky shit you like I'll make her demonstrate it Uh, plus a nigger upon these boys Illustrate it silly ass, niggers swag kill ‘em like the chopper do Turn ‘em into milkshake Serve ‘em at the jumbo juice All you niggers super sweet like candy at the carnival Riding through my city not a judge but I'm your honor hoe See me fucking shoes? medium rare Rear bottom, you can spot ‘em like a cheetah nere I'm a fly nigger, but you knew it though A million dollar nigger, only twenty fours Check me out, check me out That new ferrari, let's test it out Diamonds on my neck and wrist let's take a camera shot Ok, let's crack this bitch, back up, better know my fucking name A-C-E-H double O-D luggie and some fuckin brain and that shit go where she think, that whip on me is major pain. Way too much of hatin you should be ashamed, black camaro call that fucker V-Rames Might throw it on 6′s like LeBron James Intercept your bitch, now that's the ball game! Just keep on stealin flows I wont call names But hey! [Chorus:] Now when I'm out, and you see me I know you're watching like I'm your tv Now check me out, now check me out Yeah, you see these shoes [?] They don't come out We're talking money, That's what I'm about Now check me out, check me out! Now check me out, check me out! Just check me out, yeah, yeah! Twenty free and got a billion dollars mind, frame Spend forty thousand dollars for my time frame. Diamonds in my belt, boy thats time change Triple black ferrari, call him bruce wayne! Mr. hood a problem he be stuntin hard Fuck them bitches talking get this cock-asaurus Hop out of the jeep with christian louis vuittons But I know I run the shit like relays through batons Wildin ass nigga swag kill ‘em like the hollows do Say my flow is super sick, diagnose some Thera-Flu Pistol kiss ya lips, I make that hoe go off and marry you Bye, bye you, burie you, anybody wonder if they can get that too Dog with the hoes and a beast in the booth got two cars but I need that coop Nine times outta ten I don't need that roof Just check me out when I come through Fuck you and your momma fool, your auntie hatin fuck her too Ask anybody I'm the truth in the booth keep talking shit you'll lose your tooth That's silly nigger, eatin the pickle dillys I holler free my niggers, and they ain't talking willy My whip do 215 shout out my nigger, feel it Shout out my nigger, khaled for all my latest grammys Yeah, check us out! [Chorus:] Now when I'm out, and you see me I know you're watching like I'm your tv Now check me out, now check me out Yeah, you see these shoes [?] They don't come out We're talking money, That's what I'm about Now check me out, check me out! Now check me out, check me out! Just check me out, yeah, yeah!

Wake-Up Call

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
[Aesop Rock] Wake up, wake up Ayo Percee P, it's time to wake these kids up [Percee P] Word up Aesop Rock, they'd better take their fingers off pause and hit record [Aesop Rock] Is you fat cats or lab rats? Trails tell my steppin got em sweatin flashbacks I played a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken city Defunct, and apparently examinin' famine, I'm a Volatile strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe Sing to the track and think back When I was a boy I employed styles exhausted By every lost child at present Normally I drill pillars of normalcy You're cordially invited to accompany me In rotations of the tables to label the opposition As I choose, refusing to evolve with the cold Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back Brain trip the Beta weights, trap for the slaughter Like livestock infected with anthrax On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory maze Where the bluest ribbons yield the glory days Desire on the opposite circuit and glorious days Is glorious hazes of gray spun through my array of operation Slave to idiot box revalations And wrapped tightly in a practice with my colleagues and slackers 20,000 league nappers and the swelling increases Once the mortar hit the pestle your whole vessel fell to pieces And I laughed, I laughed for me and my starving art family I laughed tangibly, your failures ampin me to vamp fresh My mic stabs white flags and drags trembling, Devil skin-wearers through the terrors of compliance Once the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody like termites And wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress The all new and improved poetically portable Aesop Rock Available in stores with my, highly suggested parental discretion 99 brilliant new dimensions, bust it [Percee P] I'm not your average man bragging, toe or hand tagging 50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the bandwagon Huh, I know this nigga named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me Says "Stick me just a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie" I stick instead of tricking bread in this chickenheads One look and said I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead You'd better let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides And never sweat them lies about me haters check your eyes One verse, lung burst, as I done first Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker) My new cuts are hot, bodies chewed up a lot Then flew up the block to a cipher, blew up the spot Stacks of rhymes, ain't a match for mines, tracks and shine Leave you back in time and I'll be there still ain't at my prime I'm a stab your face in, trial and shit is wild I turn the dial, niggas stealing my style I should file for reparations

Behind Gates

E-40 "Loyalty And Betrayal"
[Ice Cube] Say Earl, let's get it crack-a-latin in this bitch.. Uhh.. nigga nigga.. y'know (y'know) y'know! Uhh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker (Ice Cube and E-40) For those that don't know, we do it like this (like how?) We do it like this (like this) I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the single I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin 40 lingo Everytime I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle and you ain't wrote shit, got it from my people Your whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go get the Desert Eagle, blast on your Regal Your dub, no California Love, California slugs from California bloods, and Calfironia cuz [E-40] Dip ridin them little itty bitty ass wheels in the town like you might see on shoppin carts If I ain't ridin mustard or mayonnaise-zinas(?) and bowed toes, (?) low on horse then I'm bluffin, I'm less than nothin, a constipated dude Constantly fartin, but I'm really supposed to be, shittin on fools Peep - Ice Cube and E-40 doin a track together That's HEAT! Players it don't get no better than this pimpin That's HEAT! Two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla-ass niggaz to ever touch the mic.. (touch the mic) [Chorus: repeat 2X] [I] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin mill's [E] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Was destined to have somethin pimpin, be about your mail [E-40] NOW! I might talk a different language but I'm not Scottish Got more homies in jail, than I do in college I'm a cold piece of (?) - slide through the park and come back every fifteen minutes in a different car on the strength of flamboastin pu-uh-purposes Smokin burners (burners) Finger on my thumper (thumper) in this concrete habitat Never know when you just might have to, put a head on flat [Ice Cube] Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is rent houses We got, ten houses, can't even, spend ours We go, invent ours, in about, ten hours Comin with that mob-ass shit, it's a hit bitch Broke bitch, turn into a rich bitch Every trick bitch wanna be a legit bitch We got big ol', big gold gates We got big ol', big gold, nickel plates (who is it?) [Chorus] [Ice Cube] Let me tell you, broke niggaz can't offend me Evidently, yo' Bentley musta said rent me I see you rollin, lookin stolen, L.A.P.D. is actin just like me, they can't believe what they see Pull you over, it's over, nigga, can't be sober Rollin through this neighborhood fool nice to know ya Fakin like you got the bacon, with that tickin-ass Rolex A nigga blast til the soul reflects [E-40] My roots grew up tearin projects, players shootin craps pimpin Placin side bets, hair full of naps pimpin Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayne Money cars sex, servin cocaine White girl, wedding dress, in the dope game Block cleaners, poppin out of my Ford Excursion truck with heaters, poppin at all of my enemies better duck Even though I'm makin tapes I'm still stuck [Chorus] - 2X

Ghetto Godzilla

Magic "Sky's the Limit"
featuring Mystikal [Mystikal] man what FUCK I told you my fuckin name a hundred times man nigga call me Mystikal then fuck whicch why I did it? why nigga what the nigga would of did me you'd rather the nigga would of did me I'm tellin you chorus pop or get popped kill or get killed drop or get dropped that's why I did what I had to do all I ever really wanted was cash but he caught a buck so I had to spank that ass kill or get killed pop or get popped drop or get dropped that's why I did what I had to do all I ever really wanted was cash but he caught a buck so I had to spank that ass [Magic] these people question my sanity cause I get it by my know how meanest smile how was your life as a child did you grow up in the ghetto around thugs and killas though when night fall a nigga don't give a fuck about feelings gotta stay high don't know if i'm gon live or die 45 by my side in case I gots to send a nigga bye bye paranoid knowin that the day gon come I done grabbed his gun and I'll be damned if Mr. Magic gon run face reality guess I was just destined for doom that's when yall found on them choppers layin round in my room I ain't no fool gotta play the game by the rules that nigga flinched and my gun went boom you done fucked with a type nigga put money on my own fuckin head shake any you pussy niggas tryin to dress me in red it's Mr. Magic and Mystikal you niggas say you didn't fear me bet you fear me now brung pain and I'm bangin em at cha will you forgive me lord I was only playin my part protectin my tank doggs live or will die fuck what a nigga think how must I representin any nigga from the tank chorus [Mystikal] I'm from uptown where everybody know everybody so I guess they know me and though ain't no cut throat type niggas gon fuck over ya call the police bitches real in these streets that's why I come real on these beats we stay real with each other that's why we still on our feet we gon do what we gotta to hold this bitch down to keep it in one piece if I gotta put a hole in every one of ya motherfuckers, bitch that's how it's gon be nigga fuck with another nigga lyrics to tour don't try that on me motherfucker buy that spanish choke bitch can't tie that on me motherfuckers say to her I kill cocaine, pistol and weed nigga thought about givin the fucks some here but I ain't coppin no plea so I guess it's safe to say we goin out buckin it's either 6 niggas doin the carryin or 12 niggas doin the judgin chorus [Magic] {Mystikal} [got no regrets for the way I'm livin but god knows I don't wanna face prison forgive me for what I done] {not responsible for how I'm feelin but if these niggas try to play me I'm a have to kill em before they kill me} [how many niggas in this bitch can feel me it's gonna take a million motherfuckers just to kill me] {so when they lock me up and try to seal me when I get out my niggas gon be still there} [the only artist on TRU so I'm the 1st to fall any head bustin goin on I'm the 1st to call] {we ain't playin wit you bitches we gotta finish you off Mr. Magic and Mystikal the last niggas you saw} chorus until end

Nino Did The Cartah

ANDRE NICKATINA "Conversation With A Devil: Cocaine Raps, Vol. 3"
You not thinking of taking over the Cartah? Yeah we taking over the Cartah Mothafucka so dangerous Niggas is u ready to rush Niggas is u ready to bust The niggas ain't related to us That mothafucka betta hit the back of the bus The rap god said nigga tina is official Do what u wanna, but never blow the whistle Hot like a rhyme in your mind Get the fucking of your zodiac sign, it gets worse Wheres my heart cause it's not with church On the ground with my mind doing major work Turn around like a tornado uh cado Never do your family like fredo Niggas spit a rhyme like yayo Get to thinking like a convict sitting in jayul Sitting in jayul, rotting like a muthafucka sittin in jayul [Chorus:] Run muthafucka yeah nigga why bother They ain't god and they ain't thy fatha Five back will mothufucka they oughta Taking over like nino did tha Cartah Project moving shit yeah it just got harda Protect thy son and protect thy daughter Money be the reason and it make me wanna holla Taking over like nino did the Cartah When it comes to my lawyer, fuck them laws You better get me off, fuck them laws I done this before though, let me fall Cock sucka and u betta show paws. punk bitch. I wrote a rap to get filthy rich Stepping out of my ride with the freshest kicks Betta vision so sick about a bed o scratch And if a fucka try to tell u try to crack his back Nigga weed and fo' g's they made a bad seed Show me the money I show u weed Nuthin but cons and mines all I need The rest of u fuckas u can burn n bleed Nigga roar like a lion, cry like a dove My filmore heart don't show no love So caught up in my luck And muthafucka betta hit the back of the bus Line em up just like valentines day They never thought theyd get done that way Just like rugbee that's how I play In this situation just sayn ok [Chorus:] Run muthafucka yeah nigga why bother They ain't god and they ain't thy fatha Five back will mothufucka they oughta Taking over like nino did tha Cartah Project moving shit yeah it just got harda Protect thy son and protect thy daughter Money be the reason and it make me wanna holla Taking over like nino did the Cartah Man I eat alot of candy, cause life ain't sweet U get pimped slapped trying to bite this beat Or even knocked out tryin to fight them streets Blunt toed muthafucka dark in peace Fucka grab your hat, get away from the storm Homie u died on the day u was born So forever, I'm a chase this chedda Pullin somethin hot like a Polo sweata Full of greed n ambeed that's me I just start to kick it at a quarter to three Look for self cause I be where I be In that spot till the cops say freeze Pop yo colla for a scholar gettin dollars And all u hear is no contest yo honor So caught up in my luck And mothafuckas betta hit the back of the bus Out the court and then I split that blunt Fucka I was nervous I won't even front Don't wait cause it's on right now How u let a cocksucka bring you down Lookin at the moon think I spotted a cow Fucka motha fucka ain't bumpin that loud He might be happy but that fucka ain't proud He ain't with it let's kick him outta the croud Laugh or gag u get treated like trash Fuckin with muthafuckas walkin that path Money be the reason and it's all about the dollar Takin over like nino did the Cartah

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